Sunday morning we woke up at 6am to prepare for our big bike trip. Chuck and I biked into town, about 8km, to meet my parents and the Wolfe Islander III, a ferry which took us across to Wolfe Island. There were quite a good number of other bikers on the ferry. I overheard one girl saying she was following the Tour de France and trying to match their distances each day. Once we disembarked onto Wolfe Island, we began our westward bike trek along the north shore. It was a beautiful sunny day. Life is peaceful and quaint on the island. We passed people in their Sunday best on their walk to church. New to the island, are 86 windmills. These tall turbines can be seen for miles and have certainly changed the landscape and horizon of Kingston. They have also become quite a tourist attraction. The four of us were curious to check out these new energy producers as well

. Up-close, they are staggeringly huge and sounds like distant planes. To give you an idea of how big they are, I could not take a picture of people at the windmill as well as the propellers, I had to move back to far to get the propellers into the frame that the people were too small to see. It's quite incredible to stand next to something that stretches so high into the sky. I bet they are about 20 stories tall.Continuing on our bike trail, the road bent and became gravel as we changed course to the south, still one side along the shore and the other side along quiet farms of round hay bails, wild flower fields, and colourful gardens. I rode beside my mom and we talked about plans for the future and a genius idea that Senica had. The windmills were ever in our peripheral as a perspective of size and alignment. The sunny cyclical pleasantries continued on like this for two hours or so as we followed the shore around the island back to the east and came to an intersection with a paved road. This is a road that more or less divides the island into half and we turned north onto this route back to Marysville, in the end completing a 21 km circuit of half the island. Back at the ferry, I ate some fruit that I had brought and rested. The commute across the water on the Wolfe Islander III was about finding some shade, catching my breath, and gathering my physical strength for the ride home. The toughest challenge of the way back was the Fort Henry Hill, a natural elevation, used strategically by the military, two hundred years ago as protection and a look out point. This is a long steep hill to climb and by the top my thighs and knees were burning. However, we pushed on and finished the final 6km. The last 500m of our trip was a long downhill slope which cooled and refreshed us after the 5 hour ride. I was thinking it would be great to do this again next weekend!